Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

“Well, damn!” Bulma exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen of the still fairly new couple. “I was hoping to see some action, but not that kinda action.” She slung her hip to one side as she crossed her arms. “Vegeta told me you two were in a tiff.” Her expression was all tease, and no harm. She had know that the two of them had made up, she just had to egg them on in a way only a mother could.

The two of them remained as close as possible while they did their best to zip their zippers, and button their buttons. They were involved in a very important moment, and it certainly wasn’t cooking dinner… Although that is what it had started out to be.

Trunks with the guiltiest expression on his face cleared his throat. “Yeah, well who can stay pissed off forever.” He cracked a smile as he looked at his mother. “We were in the middle of cooking supper.”

“Cooking supper my ass.” Bulma said with a wiggle of her finger in the way one would scold a young child. “And, as for staying pissed off forever… Leave that up to your dad. You know he has a temper.” She rolled her eyes. “What is it with you two and kitchens?” She just had to ask since she couldn’t shoo them out of their own kitchen.

The two of them looked from one to the other as they inched their way to the sink to wash their hands. “Moments strikes seize it…” They both said over the running water. They were still trying to hide to hide guilty expressions.

“So mum… Have any suggestions on what you would like for dinner?” Trunks asked as he looked over his shoulder.

“Why don’t you boys run along to the living room and leave the cooking up to me.” Bulma grinned innocently as she opened the pantry door. “And, while you’re in there pick up the phone and invite a couple people over.” She pulled out pasta and sauce before shutting the door.

With goofy grin plastered onto his face Gohan nodded his head. He grabbed Trunks hand, and pulled him towards the living room. He didn’t have to be told twice. He knew better than to mess with a mother. Thankfully it wasn’t his own mother in the kitchen… yet.

Trunks collapsed onto the sofa. “So, is this a new trend with us?” He motioned to the kitchen. “Because if I’m going to get caught I’d like to up the stakes.” His grin was as wicked as his father’s as he pulled Gohan into his lap.

“I predict the stakes will be rather high as more and more company arrives… You know we both have decent sized families, and there isn’t a lot of room for them if you exclude the bedrooms.” Gohan said as he picked up the phone.

“Well then you’d better hurry because I’d like to finish what we started.” Trunks said as he tried to remain as patient as possible. “And, if indeed there isn’t enough space for our guests we’ll just add onto our already spacious home.”

With a mischievous grin on both their faces there was a look between them that said lets hurry up make these calls before the stakes got to high.

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